W E D N E S D A Y
when everything
comes tumbling down
plans are scattered
all around
stuff is jumbled
nothing jives
and there in pieces
lay our lives
there’s a person
i can find
a listening ear
an open mind
a caring heart
a steady shoulder
and even if I
haven’t told her
she knows that
i’ve got her back
and i’ll make sure
she gets on track
we both know
as each day passes
friends are faithful
men are asses
2 comments:
Well, THANK you very MUCH!!
(But damned if it isn't true, most of the time.)
A Man
Oh, well you know I don't mean it. What else rhymes with passes?
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